The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is knowing that he is not going to get any sleep tonight. He is very much enjoying his freedom, jumping in and out of his bed, spinning around and literally bouncing with excitement. We’ve put him to bed several times already this evening.
The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is knowing that we are not going to get any sleep tonight. Is he sleeping? Is he falling out? Is he finding himself a snack downstairs? Has he decided on a 3 am bike ride in the playground? The front wall of the crib was the only obstacle between him and the world.
The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is that his risk of injury is suddenly higher. The crib was the place where we knew he wouldn’t get hurt, the place where we knew we could be certain of where he was. The only time in the past 3 years that he actually climbed up and tumbled over the front wall of his crib, I caught him. This was his safe place, where he and we could share a peace of mind.
The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is removing one of the last mementos of his infancy. The baby we brought home so long ago only exists in photos and stories and memories, but at least we had this touchstone in his room. Without a crib, his room is no longer a nursery. Our baby is a child, and changes keep a comin’.
The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is that we can no longer lean over the front wall of his crib in the morning, kiss him hello, and have him wrap his long arms around our necks while we lift him out of his crib to greet the day. This morning was the last time for that, and tomorrow will be entirely new.
The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is going to be keeping our dog from sleeping in his crib when David isn’t using it.
The hardest part about converting David’s crib to a bed is that it only took a few minutes with an allen wrench.
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For the first year of his life, David’s crib held David. Eventually we were able to start adding blankets and stuffed animals. Then toys, maybe a book or two or three. But we knew that what we put in his crib, including David, would stay in his crib. Then he learned to throw things out of his crib, and we would sometimes come into his room to find the crib we had left full of toys and blankets and stuffed animals suddenly once again held just David. Then he learned to reach things outside of his crib and slide them through the openings or up and over the sides, and we would come into his room to find new things in his crib. But the most startling discovery of a change in the population of his crib was when I came into his room after nap to find him sitting quietly in his crib contemplating the large framed dragon print which had hung on the wall over his crib for the past three years, and which he had removed from the wall and neatly propped up at one end of his crib.
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